DR.exe

Chapter 5
Epilogue

Chapter Description: Lives are ruined.

“Bobby? It’s time for school.”

Bobby groaned and reluctantly made his way out of bed. Before he even rose to his feet, he could already smell the problem. He had wet the bed again.

“Again? That’s the third time this week, young man.”

Bobby could only mewl in response.

As his mother took his soiled sheets and left the room, Bobby removed his soaked briefs and felt the cool air of the room against his genitals. As he got into the shower to wash the stink off of himself, he could only remember that one night where it all began the mean older girls who did this to him. He could still hear their laughter stinging his ears. Drying himself off, he stepped out of the shower and saw something on his bed that he hadn’t seen in years. Something the gnawed at his insides and made his stomach turn.

“What is this?!” he cried.

“I’m sorry, Bobby, but I spoke to the doctor’s and we both agreed that until we get your little ‘problem’ sorted out, this is the best solution,” his mother replied.

“But it’s…it’s…”

“Not buts, young man. Now get dressed, breakfast is getting cold.”

His mother left the room to give him some privacy, but not all the privacy in the world could make Bobby feel better after seeing the dreaded thing on his bed. Gulping loudly and with a loud sniff, Bobby put his legs through the diaper and fastened the straps onto himself. He was in hell. Each step he took, the diaper crinkled audibly, letting the world at large know his shameful secret. Even his jeans did little to hide the fact that his urinary system had been reduced to that of a two-year olds. Still, it wouldn’t be until gym class later that day where his shame would be found out. The cruel, chanting cry of his peers shouting “Diaper Baby” or “Piss Pants” would stick with him for the rest of his adolescence.

Kristen looked at her nude frame in the mirror and shed a single, solitary tear. Her body was curveless. He hips were boyish. Her ass was flat. She reached up with her hands and jiggled the mosquito bites that were her tits. She put on one of her old training bras and sighed loudly as it fit her perfectly. Her mother called her downstairs, as it was time for school. She had been re-enrolled into sixth grade, four years after she had finished. The classes would be excruciating, but a second puberty? That she dreaded more than anything. The sheer, face-reddening awkwardness of it all. Her classmates would be experiencing it for the first time, but to go through it knowing how bad it’s going to be, now that was torture. She cringed with embarrassment at the thought of having to listen to a bunch of pubescent little girls talk about how big their boobs are getting and how they can’t wait for their first kiss. Just one week prior, Kristen was having her C-cups fondled and her moist lady parts penetrated by her well-hung boyfriend. Now the most she could look forward to was hand-holding at the Sadie Hawkins dance. It drove her insane. She would become so sexually frustrated, in fact, that she would eventually try to get her second first boyfriend, another boy her own age, to go all the way with her. It would end disastrously. Not only would she cringe at his naively innocent attempts at sounding sexy as he clutched at her “boobies” and tried sticking his “thingy” into her “hoo-hah,” but his barely hairy, two-inch pecker wouldn’t even be able to satisfy her, as he has his first, yet understandably dry, orgasm. The worst was yet to come, as the boy would later brag of his accomplishment to his brother, who would tell his mother, who would then tell Kristen’s mother. Kristen would have the spanking of her life that night, only to find out that she now enjoys it.

Meanwhile, only a few blocks down, Darren was also checking himself out in a mirror. Unlike Kristen, Darren would not need to be worried about puberty for a long, long time. Years later, by the time Darren is ready to take his college entrance exams for a second time, he will wake up one morning and cry out with joy for the second time in his life at the sight of his first little pubic hairs surrounding his tiny penis. But for now, all he could do is slide on his tight fitting undies and gaze hopelessly at the sight of his tiny package and how comically the underwear shaped it. Though thirteen, his mother decided that it would be best to enroll him in sixth grade, the same class as Kristen and Bobby, as a matter of fact, so his body could “catch up,” as she put it. Not that it would do much good. Darren’s prophetic moniker of “little baby pee-pee” would only be one of many such insults. And, with his increase in weight that would take years to work off, his athletic prospects also went down the drain. Sure he still had his smarts, but with his pathetic physical state as it was, Darren just didn’t have his heart into it anymore.

On the school bus, all three kids sat within the talking distance of each other, and it was Bobby who struck up a conversation.

“So, you two must be new. I’m Bobby. What’s your name?”

“Uh, um, Darren,” Darren said in a fake deep voice, coming off as especially childlike.

“Uh…okay. How about you?”

“Kristen,” she said, without even bothering to look at Bobby.

“So did you guys like, move here recently or something? What’s your story?”

Both of them just looked out the window, and without even mustering a reply, simply sighed.

Weirdo’s, Bobby thought to himself, as he felt his bladder empty.